The Dark Love's
197. Discharging
On the other hand, when all the residents of the mansion are sent to search for the existence of the Monik, the, the woman who became the source of panic in the mansion is now waiting her turn to enter one of the rooms that will make her possible escape in one problem after she later came out of the room. The room that will be used as a place for her to abort the innocent fetus.
He thought the place of abortion was not this crowded but he knew many people who would do vile acts like him which in turn made Monik have to wait patiently for his turn which is still 3 more people. Even so he was still restless, not agitated because he would abort his womb but he was restless if his departure was known by people in the Digo mansion.
"I hope that until I return, the people in the mansion are unaware of my departure" Monik muttered. But the hope he only wishful thinking was the reason long before he had that hope, everyone had already gone to find his existence.
Deliberately waiting for his turn without ever expecting a monik, he, his brain invites him to return to a time where he did things he never wanted with a man who is his own master and is a man he always admired. He knew very well the action of himself and Henry was not equally willing because it was just a trap. If only equally willing, maybe Monik prefers to keep the baby in the womb rather than aborting it as it is today.
And because of that shadow, her hand involuntarily moved to gently stroke her still flat stomach. A speck of clear water dripped as he lowered his head, staring right at his stomach.
"I'm sorry, I have to get rid of you because no one wants you to grow up in here before you go out and see the beauty of this cruel world. I'm sorry," muttered the Monik, which made the liquid in his tears drip so hard.
Until the time comes...
"Mrs.Brixzia Galaxy Monica!" the scream of a woman emerging from the room resuscitated the Monik of his wandering mind.
The moniker wiped away his tears quickly before he stood up from his seat.
"Mrs who has that name?" asked the woman by looking at Monik who was still standing in his place had not approached the woman.
"Well, I have that name." The woman seemed to shake her head.
"Well then, please come in, now it's your turn," said the woman, who was embraced by Monik.
Monik seemed to sigh to neutralize his heartbeat before he began to move his legs closer to the woman.
"Please." The woman allowed the Monik to enter the room first. Where again Monik nodded his head and then he really entered the room.
The entry of the Monik into the room he was greeted with a smile by a woman who might help him eliminate the fetus.
"Mrs.Brixzia Galaxy Monica?" said the woman who answered the smile and nod of the Monik.
"Please sit down first because I need to ask you first." Without waiting for orders from the woman a second time, Monik sat his body in the chair facing the woman directly.
"Before we do this abortion process I want to ask. Did Mrs think about it? And there will be no regrets after doing so?"
"I've thought about it carefully and I'll never regret it" the Monik replied ending with him biting his own tongue.
"Alright then, let's do the process right now. Please Mrs change clothes first with the clothes we have provided and if it is finished please you lay on top of the safe."
"Good." The moniker rushed towards the change of clothes. And not long after he had come out in green clothes like those often used by hospital patients who will be in surgery.
But Monik does not care about the wear he is wearing at the moment. And just as the woman had ordered, Monik immediately lay on top of the gurney with a steady ceiling of the room.
"Are you ready Mrs?" asked the woman who made Monik to take his eyes off. Where can he see if the woman is preparing now with some equipment that seems to have been sterilized. Even the woman was already complete with attributes attached to her body. And if the Monik looks like a patient is about to be operated on then the woman looks like a doctor who will operate on the Monik. Yes, although Monik knew if the woman was a doctor from one of the hospitals that deliberately opened this practice illegally.
The monik seemed to sigh before he answered the question of the woman.
"Of course you're ready." The woman seemed to smile then approached Monik with her hands busy preparing dope for Monik.
"You take it easy Mrs, I make sure that your uterus will be fine after we have this abortion. You do not need to be afraid if your uterus will be damaged if you do this. So you don't have to worry if someday you won't be able to have more children" said the woman with narrowed eyes indicating that she was smiling towards Monik.
"I leave it all to you" replied the Monik.
"alright. Then we'll start now." The woman started flicking her finger at the syringe to make sure the needle was working properly. And after he felt that everything was safe, he began to put the syringe into the hands of the Monik, then inject the anesthetic liquid into the body of the Monik. And when he finished, he pulled the needle back and said, "We'll wait for the dope to react."
The monik nodded his head. He understands very well the anesthetic will usually react about 1 minute only. But as Monik's consciousness slowly began to descend, his sensitive ears caught the commotion that seemed to be happening outside the room. And it seemed that what he was listening to was real because the woman who had been standing next to him was now turning her head towards the door with a frown on her forehead.
When the woman wanted to move from the side of the Monik to check the conditions outside the room, suddenly...
Brakk!!!
The door of the room opened very roughly. Where it makes Monik turn his head with the remnants of consciousness that he also has with a vision that has been bristled. In his blurred vision he had seen several people enter the room and there was one person who approached him with wide and firm steps. Where before Monik knew who the people were, he was unconscious because the effects of the drug had been working on his body.
